"Ding bell! Ding bell!" There was an extremely annoying cell phone alarm sound. A few curses and the sound of banging on the bed could also be heard vaguely.
This small but very neat bedroom once again fell into peace.
"Madman, have you been called to the office by the teacher again? You are so good, the teacher likes you very much? Haha, it is good to be fair! Like us, if you are 40 minutes late for class, you will definitely have to work extra hours at night for a week!"
A tall boy with a dark complexion stood in the classroom corridor, his hands folded in front of his chest. His blue school uniform had been washed a little white.
At this moment, the tall boy was looking at the fair-skinned young man opposite him with a look of gloating on his face.
The boy is not tall, about 170 centimeters tall, and is not conspicuous among his peers. Fortunately, his facial features are quite handsome. If there is something that can make people's eyes shine and leave some impression, it is his fair skin and shyness.
A shy smile.
Hearing what the tall dark boy said, the fair boy glared at him, and then said coldly: "I'm not late! I'm just fifteen minutes early for the next class."
The swarthy boy was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "I've seen thick-skinned people before, but I've never seen such a serious nonsense like you."
The fair boy glanced at him, revealed a shy smile, and said: "This is not nonsense, this is called a step down. There is a step down, you and I can talk easily. I stand still, but you smile so happily,
Well, let’s do some evening self-study later, how about we practice a few rounds of Sanda?”
Looking at the shy smile of the young man, the swarthy boy shuddered. He forced a smile and said: "Forget it, madman, don't train me anymore. You said you are a Sanda master, why do you have to make it difficult for me, a commoner?"
I, I am a good citizen!"
"Tch, you coward, what kind of expert am I? I just learned karate for a few years when I was a child, and I was still in the junior class. When I went to high school, I went to the gym and practiced Sanda for two years. At most, I am flexible, so you are a coward.
, Bai is so tall and strong." The fair boy squinted his eyes and looked at the dark boy.
Suddenly, the fair boy seemed to remember something, turned around and ran away, shouting: "Heizi, take my bag and go back to the classroom first. I have finished writing the papers. You can hand them in for me after you finish copying them. I want to go back to the classroom first."
Go to the playground!”
The swarthy boy named Heizi was stunned for a moment, but the fair boy had already disappeared.
"A madman is a madman. He can run faster than a rabbit! It seems that those two-pole guys in track and field are not that fast~" Heizi muttered and turned around and walked towards the classroom.
There were not many people on the playground under the night sky. The fair boy quickly passed through the teaching buildings and ran to the playground.
The playground was dark at the moment, and only the lights from the teaching building in the distance could be seen. All the students must be studying in the evening. The fair boy looked up at the night sky, as if he was looking for something.
After about a few minutes, the young man's eyes lit up and he murmured excitedly: "I found it! It really is there! The Fang star rises in the east, which is the beginning of spring. "Ziping" records that this is the time when all things on earth are awakening.
It can absorb the vitality of all things to strengthen the body!" As he said that, the fair boy started practicing boxing on the playground.
There were some rules at first, but later on, it was more like doing gymnastics than boxing. There were introductory karate kicks, there were also Sanda warm-up moves, and occasionally you could see a few eighth sets of radio gymnastics moves...
It was not until later that the fair boy was sweating profusely and slowly stopped.
Calculating the time and finishing this "punch", it took me two full hours of practice!
Looking at the darkness in the distance in the direction of the teaching building, the previous lights have long disappeared.
The fair boy thought to himself: It seems that the evening self-study get out of class is over, and these idiots are probably eager to go back and read novels! These fools always enjoy watching others become immortals and practice Taoism, but they don't want to think about how well they have practiced. Wouldn't it be better? Although it is impossible to become an immortal or a Taoist, you can still be a knight who does justice... Well, you can still be a good young man.
The fair boy panted and walked toward the dormitory, muttering as he walked: "Huh~huh~ The book says that absorbing the vitality of the world can strengthen the body, and even rejuvenate one's youth. I don't know how much I absorbed after this punch?
Huh~ just~huh~ I feel a little~huh~ out of breath!”
The fair boy panted heavily and slowly stopped. At the same time, he also wondered why his endurance was so low today.
However, the violent breathing failed to relieve his suffocation. Slowly, he fell to the ground, looking up at the starry sky, his chest heaving violently, and sweat flowing down like rain.
His hands slowly grasped the green grass on the ground, and his eyes gradually filled with tears and bloodshot eyes due to lack of oxygen.
Suddenly, his eyes widened in horror! It was as if he had discovered something incredible.
Because he discovered that there was real grass where he fell, not the plastic lawn of the school. And the starry sky he looked up at was not the familiar starry sky before...
The fair boy used his last bit of strength to murmur: "Where the hell is this? The moon is so round..." and then fainted.
…
After an unknown amount of time, a ray of sunshine shone on his face, but there was no "that annoying" alarm ringing around him. He muttered: "Don't ring! I'll sleep a little longer! Be good, don't
ring!"
But what happened was counterproductive, a howling sound similar to that of a wild boar came from a distance, and the fair-skinned boy murmured curses.
The howl of the wild boar did not stop, but kept ringing louder and louder. The fair-skinned boy was impatient, raised his left fist, and yelled: "What do you call it? Don't you know I'm learning boxing from a hero?!"
"At the same time, he punched the ground...
With a clear cry, a little baby crawled up from the grass, holding his chubby little fist.
The little baby had a confused, helpless and painful expression on his face, and his dirty little face was covered with mud, sweat and dew. He was like a little clay figurine, sitting there stupidly, looking around.
, I don’t know what I’m thinking about.
"Howl!" A loud howl of a wild boar in the distance woke up the little baby. He hurriedly stood up from the grass and looked at the torn strips of cloth hanging on his body. He didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
We must get out of here immediately and find out what happened!
The little baby wiped the stains on his face, pulled off the cloth strip hanging on his body, and ran towards the direction of the school dormitory that he remembered.
As the little kid ran, he muttered: "Rejuvenation? Damn your rejuvenation! I am not Edogawa Conan! I am not Kudo Shinichi!"
Due to his height, he was surrounded by grass and couldn't see things around him clearly, so he could only run forward with his head down. After running for about half an hour, just when he was hesitating whether to run in another direction, the scenery in front of him suddenly became clear.
A village appeared in front of me.
The moment he broke out of the grass and saw the village, his last nerve was crushed. He experienced too many things that night.
He was like a tight bow, the thin string broke at this moment, and his body fell limply to the ground.
In the early morning, a dirty little baby suddenly appeared in the village, which naturally attracted the attention of the surrounding villagers.
When he woke up again, he felt that he was lying on the bed again, and his heart suddenly felt much more at ease. He raised his left fist habitually, but stopped in the air without hitting it.
Because he felt that the sheets under him were not cotton from the dormitory, let alone silk from home.
He took a deep breath, spent three breaths in silence, then slowly opened his eyes and said to himself: "Did he really become Conan?"
What came into view was a casserole hanging in mid-air. There was a burst of herbal smell from inside, and it must have contained some medicinal liquid.
There was an old man sitting in the house. He had a short beard, white temples and black eyebrows, and his hair was tied up in a bun. He wore a coarse white cloth on his upper body, a coarse navy blue robe on his lower body, and hemp shoes on his feet. There is a purple jade gourd with several characters painted on it, which does not look like modern people but looks more ancient.
When the old man saw him waking up, he stepped forward and held his hand, felt his pulse, then nodded slightly and said something to him.
But the little baby didn't understand what he said and shook his head numbly.
The old man's eyes showed a little surprise, but then there was a hint of pity. He stood up and touched the little baby's head, turned around and walked out of the house.
At this time, the little doll suddenly said: "Thank you for saving me. Although you don't understand what I said, I don't understand what you said. But thank you still. I guess you will ask me who is the Conan I just talked about? He and I If you are not familiar with me, I will not be him, so you will be safe, and I will grow up, but he will not. Oh, I forgot to mention, my name is Yi Xifeng, please take care of me!"
The surprise in the old man's eyes became more intense, but soon there was a smile in his eyes. He turned around and walked out of the house, asking people to prepare some food for Yi Xifeng. It was easy. Congratulations to our male pig's feet, Yi Xifeng (nickname: Madman) ) has successfully rejuvenated his youth. For all readers, what I can guarantee is that it will be updated every day. This book is a non-traditional martial arts novel. The protagonist does not have a golden finger, nor does he possess magical powers. If you want to read a story about cutting grass and enjoying it, please detour. The main line It’s relatively clear, and it doesn’t abuse the protagonist, let alone the heroine. This will be a chivalrous story. It’s also a novel about love, hate, and hatred. Finally, please collect the new book! Please subscribe! Please vote monthly! Thank you ^_^